Momma bear

If he was going to live in the north, begrudgingly or not, he knew he better get to know the lands of it sooner rather than later. The only places he was mildly familiar with was the mountains from his time coming up here to collect metals and gems, but otherwise he was hopeless with finding his way around. Once he was fully settled into his new den and his forge and workshop was up and running he had little that he could use as an excuse to keep from going out and learning the land. He struck out from Armada's territory and wound up in a valley of sorts with a shallow bay intruding into it. If nothing else it was beautiful and he could at least appreciate that aspect of things. He walked over to the edge of the water to get a drink and just as he lifted his head he heard something behind him.

He turned around and his sea foam gaze landed on the form of a shaggy brown bear cub that was wandering up behind him. The cub didn't worry him—but the mother that was most certainly somewhere near by did. "Shoo! Shoo!" he said in a hushed tone, waving the cub away from him, but that did nothing but make the cub call out at him which of course summoned exactly what he was trying to avoid. A big female grizzly came charging out of the trees a moment later, roaring and snarling as he stumbled back, trying to put some distance between him and the bears.

"Ruga Amanto"